Huaxia Imperial Palace, Heavenly Prison.

The dark and damp dungeon was filled with a strong smell of blood, the walls of copper were speckled with specks of rust, the smell of rust filled the nostrils, and snakes, rats, insects and ants crawled around in the rice piles, looking for food.

The dragon who came walked with a rigid atmosphere, wearing a black robe, and his black hair was simply scattered behind his back. No excessive frills. There was nothing but a saber at his waist.

He didn't linger or look at the other places too much, and walked straight to the deepest part of the prison.

In the small cage, a man in white sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his face calm. Three thousand long hairs scattered behind him, looking like they had not been taken care of for a long time, but they were still not messy. The white robe was stained with star-mottled blood, and it looked like it was a long time ago. It doesn't seem to have been washed away.

Two long enough chains stretched out from the two walls, and when you looked in the direction of the chains, the chains were finally hidden under the man's white robe, and it seemed that it was not this prison that imprisoned the man's movements, but the iron chains made of the deep iron of the South China Sea on his feet.

"You seem to be having a good time." The black-robed man stood quietly outside the wooden fence for some time, no emotion could be seen in his deep eyes, and his indifferent appearance was as good as he had been at the beginning.

"It's okay." The white-robed man replied to him lightly. His eyes were still closed, and it seemed to him that it was a very difficult thing to open his eyes, "Come on, just come in." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard someone unchaining the locked door, and the sound was really not very beautiful.

"I didn't even know you were such a man who was content with his destiny."

The black-robed man looked at the cell that was so simple that it couldn't be simpler. The words were tingling. I looked at the mottled wooden table gnawed by insects and ants, and there were still unfinished meals on the table - a bowl of green vegetables, a bowl of scrambled eggs, a bowl of rice, and that's it.

The white-robed man chuckled when he heard this, but did not take his words to heart, but misinterpreted his meaning: "I didn't know that I would be such a calm person in the past. ”

Simply followed his words: "Are you still used to living here?" ”

The white-robed man hooked his lips: "It's a habit." It's been a long time since I've been so laid-back. This sentence speaks his true heart. It's been a long time since I've had such a laid-back day. After so many days here, letting go of many things that I couldn't let go of before, it is also a kind of practice for myself.

The old days, really, were not meant to be lived.

"Mu Qiyu, you can see it." The black-robed man smiled. There was more to that smile than sarcasm and contempt. However, for these, Mu Qiyu didn't care at all.

Hearing the black-robed man call his name, Mu Qiyu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar former friend, and had to sigh for a while that time is really a good thing. It can change so many things.

The man in front of him is no longer the heroic young man who had the world in mind and ambition ten years ago, and now he has gone through ten years of wind and frost, and has experienced ten years of vicissitudes, and the once high-spirited and hopeful young man who has the desire to guide the country has finally been shaped by time into what he is today - a cold and ruthless face, ruthless methods, and a delusional ambition to dominate the world. These were the things he didn't care about the most, but after ten years, Rao became the things he cared about the most and couldn't give up.

Oh, right, this thing really hurts people.

Mu Qiyu chuckled lightly, looking at the black-robed man with a little more sympathy in his eyes.

"Si Lengchen, you are probably the earliest of the four people to ascend the throne and become emperor, and the person who has experienced the least things." When Mu Qiyu said this, he looked at Si Lengchen and said it, revealing deep emotion and helplessness about the rush of time in every word.

The fourth son, who was famous all over the world at the beginning, was left with him who did not inherit the throne. Although he has the talent of the world and the ability to lead Haoyue, in the end, whether he is not the emperor or not is only a matter of whether he is willing or not. If he doesn't want to, no one can force him.

He didn't want to. Unwilling to sit in the world, unwilling to inherit the Haoyue country, his wish is very simple, he just wants to be an idle prince. It's good not to ask about the affairs of the court, and not to participate in the disputes of the world. What's more, there is someone among the princes of Haoyue who is more suitable for that position than him.

If it weren't for the insight into his seventh brother who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger early on, if he hadn't taken the initiative to give up the battle for the throne soon after the death of the eldest prince, with his seventh brother's temperament, Haoyue was afraid that there would be a battle for the throne.

He didn't care about that position.

He has always longed to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests with the people he loves and cares about, and spend the rest of his life together. However, it is just such a simple wish, and it is more difficult to realize than to ascend to the sky.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Mu Qiyu's mouth, and the loss in his eyes was clearly visible.

"How do you know I'm the flattest all the way?" Si Lengchen smiled coldly, and his gaze at Mu Qiyu became terrifying, "Mu Qiyu didn't expect that you were born in the royal family, and your thoughts have always been simple and simple. Do you think that I have lost less than you when I get to where I am now? For the sake of this throne, I have to pay no less! ”

"That's just your own fault. You already have enviable strength, but you are not satisfied, you want to get the whole of China, kill your brother and kill your father, and in the end you will be criticized by people all over the world. These are all things that you have contributed to single-handedly, and you can't blame others. Heh, Si Lengchen, sometimes I think you're really pathetic. ”

Si Lengchen listened to these words, his hands clenched into fists and creaked, if he wasn't used to not showing his feelings, otherwise it would be as simple as forbearance.

"Mu Qiyu, what do you know!" Si Lengchen's voice was full of anger, and there was deep hatred in his originally silent eyes. The look in Mu Qiyu's eyes was extremely unfriendly.

"Oh, how long ago have you looked at me like that? Eight years ago, you looked at me like that when I killed your favorite handmaid by mistake. Mu Qiyu didn't think that Si Lengchen was terrible at this time, but it was this kind of Si Lengchen that made him nostalgic and kind.

Si Lengchen snorted coldly, "You remember these old things clearly." ”

Mu Qiyu didn't hear the sarcasm in Si Lengchen's words, but he didn't care. The two people he cared about the most in the past and now have passed away one after another, what else is there to miss him in this world? I'm afraid there won't be anymore.

"Ah Chen......" After thinking for a long time, Mu Qiyu softly called Si Lengchen to say this, "Ah Chen, how long has it been since we have been together to sing about wine and paint and poetry?" Mu Qiyu's expression was far away, the good days of the past were vivid, and it felt like it was just a short time in the past, where did he feel that it had been five or six years so long?

Hearing Mu Qiyu call his name like this, Si Lengchen's expression froze. There was no reply.

Mu Qiyu looked at him, lowered his head and chuckled, and shook his head. I feel that time is too terrible, and it kills people invisibly. If so, the red sleeves are in the ......

As soon as he thought of this name, he suddenly remembered a person, his expression changed suddenly, he glanced at Si Lengchen and asked, "Yun Shangying, is that woman still alive?" When he said this name, a cold ice crossed Mu Qiyu's faint gaze. The hatred is clearly visible.

"As you expect, it's alive." Si Lengchen didn't care much about Yun Shangying's life or death, but he could see that his former friend hated someone so much, he didn't mind saving that woman's life, a scene, he was happy to see it happen.